Hale Cress

Hale Cress
Hale Cress
@hale#322
2019-03-18 18:09:00

Merriment - Boralus Pt.3

Part 3

Gold, sharp eyes narrowed into mere slits as he sought understanding in words that rang and buzzed in circles about ear and head. The grip on her belt tightened, the pipe pressing harder into skin, and then he shook his head. “You should have left me there,” he pronounced before his brain caught up, and right after he peeled off into a low, hysterical laugh. Dropping his hand and thereby removing impromptu weapon from throat, he turned head away to look anywhere but at her. Lower lip pulling in to worry against teeth, he shook his head and continued his amusement without laughter.

“Just what I need, to be remembered when looking to be forgotten. Fucking love irony.” His voice was more alive, face more expressive as he glanced back and spoke at her.

“Well-” Releasing her belt, he took a step back and did a turn in the mud with arms held out wide. “Change certainly happens with time, d'ya like what you see?” Stopping, he jabbed the pipe in her direction and gestured to her top and bottom. “I mean time’s certainly been good to you, really filled out.”

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“I’m starting to see that might have been the better decision…”she replied through gritted teeth and the moment he released her belt she took half a step back. He was a raving lunatic – well, a little but she had seen far more lost to madness than he. Is it possible that he was far more civil when smoking from his pipe, did he need thistle and possibly snuff to truly cooperate?

She did a lot of thinking in the matter of a few seconds and she grew more and more agitated by the second with Hakan’s damn near condescending remarks and Creature hissing whispers in her ear coaxing her to kill him or at the very least just fucking hit him.

Her ruby lips twitched at the corner.

Each little motion that came from him she was damn near on the ready to strike, each little indication in her direction making it seem as if though she should have been made to feel bad for something or another. Not being able to handle it anymore Hale’s hand lifted and with the back of her knuckles she swatted the pipe from the front of her person, “It’s called growing up. But if you want to be left alone, be it far from me not to respect wishes. I came for one thing and I seen that done, for now but what happens from here on out is of your own volition.” 

She turned to the left but paused as she looked up over her shoulder and she shook her head to Creature, “No. Leave him be.” she commanded and without another offered glance she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked away from his person back towards the alleyways. She knew the city well enough to know where she was going and she certainly didn’t fear anyone enough to not walk alone. Though during this current juncture in the day and all circumstances considered, the cold mud was now starting to get annoying.

Pipe and hand swatted to the side, he gave Hale an incredulous look along with a too high shrug. What exactly did she expect of him? He was months gone into a bender where there was no end, and then suddenly shit began to explode. What was there really to say in the middle of a ghetto while people screamed and shouted at the den of inequities collapse? 

“Oo-oh fuck,” he half groaned half swore quietly up at the sky. Then again, much more harshly in a seething whisper-yell down at the ground as he rough shook his head. “Fuck!” It wasn’t shame or some other bad guilty feeling in his chest, but Hakan did have the sense to know he went a bit too far with his addled theatrics. The problem before him was that she was too far away and he didn’t want to go yelling ‘hey’ like a lunatic in the street or go chasing after her in only a pair of pants that were too thin for the cold, short for his legs, and wet. 

So he did the next best thing and snapped his fingers to propel a spark, the least of what he could manage at the moment, to snap and garner attention. 

When he spoke, he hoped she could hear his question because he really didn’t want to yell. “Where’s the tavern” But if she didn’t, and just stared at him like he was crazy, he would with arms thrown to embellish the question.

“Where’s the tavern!?!?”

The small spark caught up and made Hale stop in her tracks at the sudden pop it gave off and with a raw glance over her shoulder she stared down and across to where Hakan was standing. So NOW he wanted to be on board with cleaning up and not looking like so much of a bum? A conversation or two about what he was up to all this time could have went a long way but sometimes there was no helping people. A glance was exchanged with Creature and Hale bobbed her head at him. It was as if though she ignored Hakan completely and turned around to keep walking. There was little else to say and she disappeared into the darkness.

A chill came along Hakan’s back like a burst of cold was tethered to the waters behind him not too far off but it was the slow speech of “North.Ashvane Docks.” that curled in along his ear and Creatures tongue slipped from his maw to place a graze along the man’s neck. Whatever possible grip that was made to the man’s shoulder, it released and a hollow chortle released from the familiar before he dispersed from the man with the pipe for a weapon.

Seeing her turn made his blood crawl and thicken, providing him once more with a there but not there feeling. He could tell himself later that he tried, but 'twas more like that he wouldn’t because he shouldn’t have in the first place. There was reason why he kept his existence to a state of oblivion. All of it swept through his mind yet still retained the quality of circular trudging within a mire.

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So when the whisper came and broke him from that solemn, familiar spiral, he freaked the out in epic style. “What the fFaA-WK!” Spinning around, flailing wildly, his eyes began darting too and fro while heart thundered in chest. The chill stuck to his neck and pervaded skin and bone, leaving him more on edge than ever he was in the last few minutes of excitement. The muscle and flesh of his shoulder went numb. And the words whispered in his skull…

Well, now he actually had cause to retreat. Anything Ashvane in his current state would probably be death. Perhaps Hale was still worth it, but there was the bliss of drugs; and it was tempting against the rawness brought on by words. Hands falling limp at his sides, he dropped the sarcastic, lackadaisical mien, and cussed. Defeat on his face and in the slump of his posture.

“Fuck.” 

The Ashvane docks were still being thinned out it seemed from the current happenings with the Lady Ashvane. It seemed her escape even caused much more of an uproar and it was typically the Horde to blame. Thankfully for Hale she didn’t pick sides – it was a lose/lose situation on most days and without Lordaeron to fight for there was little else she cared to fight for. She was a barren wasteland now of memories and nothing more, claimed by none and beloved by all.

A solemn expression found her as she walked through the streets and drew her hood up along her head if only to keep the daylight from exposing her as she was already gathering curious glances from the mud caked along her attire, the last thing she wanted was people linking her to the mess back towards the South and Row. She told Voss she was going to keep low as the Crew weren’t in the business of unnecessary trouble at the moment.

As people passed, Hale slipped in towards the door of the Tavern and made her way up to the room she had purchased for herself during the time that the Dreadful Howl was at port and being repaired. It was far more comfortable living accommodations though she did spend a decent amount of time in the Captain’s quarters, the room was nearly forfeit on some nights. Closing the door behind her she tossed the keys to the dresser and wiggled out of the leather jacket she wore, thankfully her undershirt had been quite untouched by the muck and grime of the puddle earlier.

She whispered a number and lifting her hand she blew in to a purple orb that floated above her palm before it completely disappearing from her mien.

Creature had been following along with Hakan, drawing circles around him out of curiosity as he watched the man in all his panic. He heard him? It wasn’t very often people could hear Creature’s whispers and truly the familiar was damn near shocked and overjoyed as he took form though this time in the streamline energy of the void in snake form, slithering the length of Hakan’s leg and up his side, “Nine.” is what he offered in a sound word as the cold trailed Hakan’s wrist, arm and shoulder. Nine was all he would need.

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